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gator fuckin’ you after a rough day <33

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the door slammed so hard one of the picture frames on the wall rattled. gator didn’t even kick off his muddy boots. he stormed straight into the living room, eyes twitching, chest heaving under his deputy shirt like he was about to explode.

you were on the couch looking through your phone when he yanked it out of your hands and tossed it somewhere behind him. “gator-! you fuckin’ scared me what are-”

“don’t wanna hear it,” he gritted, already grabbing you by the thighs and flipping you onto your back. the couch cushions dipped hard as he climbed over you, shoving your legs apart with his knees. “whole fuckin’ day they been ridin’ my ass. the guys, just everybody lookin’ at me like i’m a goddamn joke. i’m done. i’m so fuckin’ done.”

his hands were shaking with anger as he ripped your shorts and panties down in one rough tug, not even bothering to take them all the way off-they caught around one ankle. he shoved his own pants down just enough, cock springing out heavy and flushed, already leaking, “gator baby, slow down”

“thought i told ‘ya to be quiet, no?” he lined up, spitting to start and was quick to push himself in, bottoming out so hard your back arched off the couch and a loud, broken moan tore out of your throat.

“fuuuuck-oh my god-gat-”

“yeah? that’s what i thought,” he snarled, hips already snapping forward in a punishing rhythm. the wet sound of him fucking into you filled the room. “take it. take every inch like the greedy lil’ bitch y’are”

you tried to form words but he was pounding you so deep and fast your brain went all fuzzy. all that came out was a high, desperate whine.

“g-gator-ahh-fuck, s’t-too much-!”

“too much?” he laughed, leaning down so his face was inches from yours. his hat had fallen off somewhere and his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. “you’re drippin’ all over me, mama. pussy’s suckin’ me in like it missed this cock. tell me how much you love when i come home and fuck you stupid”

your eyes were rolling back, mouth open in a constant stream of broken moans and half-words.

“hah-ahh-love it fuckk! love your cock-g-gator please”

“please what?” he grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him while he drilled into you harder, the couch creaking dangerously. “use your words, dumb girl. or did i already fuck ‘em outta your pretty head?”

you couldn’t even answer properly-just a loud, shaky moan as he hit that spot over and over, making your legs shake uncontrollably.

“gonna-gonna cum-mmhh-gator m’gonn-”

“not yet you’re not.” he slowed just enough to make it torture, grinding deep instead of thrusting, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing messy circles. “you’re gonna take it until i say so. tell me how good it feels. tell me whose pussy this is.”

“yours-yours-fuck-your pussy-ahh gator! i can’t-too deep-!”

“yeah you can. look at you, already droolin’ and babblin’ like a whore.” his breath hot against your ear as he started pounding again, faster, meaner. “been thinkin’ about this tight cunt all day while they treated me like shit. gonna fill you up so full you’ll still feel me tomorrow when you’re sittin’ there actin’ all innocent.”

your body betrayed you without warning-hard, blinding. your whole body seized up, a loud, wrecked cry ripping out of you as you clenched violently around him.

“gator-! fuck-cumming-oh my god oh my-m’cumming-pleasepleaseplease-!”

“that’s it, baby, cum all ova’my cock. good fuckin’ girl.” he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, just fucked you straight through it while you twitched and sobbed beneath him. “keep moanin’ my name. louder. let the whole fuckin’ neighborhood know who’s wreckin’ this pussy.”

you were past words now-just desperate, high-pitched moans and whimpers, tears pricking the corners of your eyes from how intense it was.

“gatorr-! gatorrr g-gator too much-can’t-please-ohhhh yesyesyes”

“y’want me to keep fuckin’ y’stupid? hm? thas’ what you want?” his thrusts were getting erratic, hips stuttering as he chased his own release. “gonna cum deep, baby. gonna pump y’so full. you want that? tell me you want it.”

“want it-want your cum-please pleaseee? fill me up gator-!”

guttural groan escaped his lips, hips grinding as he came hard, pulsing deep inside you. “fuuuck-my fuckin’ pretty girl hahh-shitt f-fillin’ this tight pussy up”

for a long moment the only sounds were both of you panting, his forehead pressed to yours, sweat dripping between you.

“didn’t mean to be such a dick ‘bout it”

you gave a weak, wrecked laugh, voice hoarse. “y’can be like that anytime gate, y’know that.. just don’t scare me like that, again my poor phone!!”. you gave a faux pout which quickly turned into a grin.

he huffed, pressing a surprisingly gentle kiss to your temple even while he was still buried inside you.

Joe keery's headcanons/mini scenarios

Just little scenarios of you and Joe being together, the soft moments, the teasing, the jealousy, the intimacy. Some are fluffy, some are hot, some are both all of them are just what loving him would feel like.

wc: 2.1k warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content

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Joe Keery and His Criminal Puppy-Dog Eyes

Joe knows exactly what he’s doing.

He’ll pretend he doesn’t, blinking slowly, tilting his head just a little, brown eyes warm and glassy like he’s asking for forgiveness instead of another favor. You’ll catch him watching you from across the room, chin tucked down, lashes casting shadows like he’s trying to look innocent.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you warn, already losing.

He says nothing. Just widens his eyes slightly. Soft. Open. Devastating.

You sigh immediately. “Fine.”

He grins sweet, like he can’t believe it worked again. Like you’ve just handed him something precious.

You’ve lost arguments, snacks, movie choices, and entire weekends to those eyes. Lost them happily.

Sometimes you’ll catch yourself staring, tracing the strange mix of brown and gold, the way his gaze feels gentle even when he’s being a menace. You tell him once that his eyes feel like home.

He ducks his head, embarrassed.

But the next time he wants something?

He looks up at you.

And you’re done for.

Joe Keery’s Biceps (and the Way He Knows You’re Watching)

It’s never intentional.

That’s the worst part.

Joe will stretch, arms lifting over his head, shirt riding up just enough, and you’ll freeze. Brain short-circuiting. Mouth dry. Eyes glued.

He notices instantly.

“Something wrong?” he asks innocently, flexing without meaning to.

You swallow. “No.”

He looks down at his arm. Looks back at you. Smiles slow.

“Oh,” he says. “That.”

From then on, it’s on purpose.

Rolling up his sleeves. Carrying groceries one-handed. Leaning against doorframes with his arm above your head. Flexing just enough to see your breath hitch.

“You’re staring,” he murmurs one night, voice low and amused.

“You’re showing off,” you fire back.

He laughs, warm and smug, leaning closer so his arm brushes your chest. “Can you blame me?”

Sometimes he lets you squeeze them, lets you bite gently while he laughs and pretends not to be affected. Other times he just watches you unravel, eyes dark, teasing you until you’re dizzy with it.

He loves knowing he does this to you.

Joe Keery Taking Pictures of You

Joe carries that little camera everywhere.

At first, you don’t realize how often you’re the subject.

You’ll be mid-sentence, laughing, brushing hair out of your face when you hear the soft click. He’ll lower the camera, smiling like he’s caught something sacred.

“You look beautiful,” he says, casual like it’s obvious.

It’s never posed. Never forced. Just you, curled up on the couch, half-asleep. Standing barefoot in the kitchen. Looking at him like you don’t know he’s watching.

He keeps them all.

One night, months later, you find a photo tucked into his wallet. Folded carefully. Edges worn soft.

It’s you. Smiling at him.

“You carry this around?” you ask, heart swelling.

He shrugs, cheeks pink. “Feels right.”

When he takes pictures, it’s not about capturing you.

It’s about keeping you close, even when you’re not there.

Cockwarming Joe (smut)

After a long day, you and Joe finally collapse into bed together, exhausted but content. The soft sheets envelop you as you curl into each other’s warmth, limbs entwined, heads on the same pillow. He nuzzles his face into your neck, his breath warm against your skin. “Mmm, I love you,” he mumbles sleepily, his arm tightening around your waist. “Best part of my day is coming to bed with you.”

You smile, basking in the intimacy of the moment. “I love you too. Can’t think of anything better than this - all wrapped up in you, in our little world.”

He hums in agreement, his hand idly tracing patterns on your hip. The simple touch sends a shiver down your spine, a thrill of desire mixing with the drowsy contentment. You arch into him just slightly, craving more of that delicious friction.

He seems to sense your need, his lips trailing soft kisses along your jaw and down your neck. “Need me, baby?” he whispers, his voice low and rough with arousal.

“Yes,” you breathe out, your fingers tangling in his hair to encourage him lower. “Need you so bad. Want to feel you everywhere.”

He groans at that, pressing himself against you more firmly. You can feel him hardening, his cock nestling against your thigh through his boxers. The heat of him radiates through the thin fabric, stoking the fire building in your core.

Without breaking contact, he reaches down to shove his boxers off, freeing his erection. It bobs against your skin, a bead of pre-cum already glistening at the tip. He positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock nudging against your folds teasingly.

“Wanna keep you wet all night,” he murmurs, rubbing himself against you slowly. “Wake up with my cum inside you, dripping down your thighs. Fuck, that’s hot.”

You moan at the thought, your hips rocking up to meet his touch. “Please,” you pant out. “Want to be so full of you. Sleep with your cock buried in me.”

He groans at that, pushing forward just enough to catch your clit with the head of his cock. “Fuck yes,” he growls. “Gonna keep you stuffed with me all night long. Gonna make you so fucking wet.”

And then he’s shifting, rolling his hips until the tip of his cock is kissing your entrance. He pushes forward gradually, breaching you inch by inch, stretching you deliciously around his thickness. You both groan at the sensation, the exquisite fullness of him inside you.

Finally, he bottoms out, his hips pressed flush against yours. He rolls onto his back then, bringing you with him so you’re straddling his waist, his cock buried deep inside your pussy. He grins up at you, his hands settling on your hips.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “You feel incredible. So fucking tight and wet. Can’t wait to fuck you properly in the morning.”

You whimper at that, already clenching around him. “Don’t move,” you beg breathlessly. “Just stay inside me all night. Please.”

He nods, his grip on your hips tightening just slightly. “Don’t plan on going anywhere,” he promises. “Gonna keep my cock nestled right here, letting you drip all over it.”

And so you fall asleep like that, wrapped around each other, Joe’s cock snug inside your pussy, keeping you wet and ready for whatever comes next.

Sleepy Joe After a Show

He gets home when the sun is still up, sunglasses crooked on his face, duffel bag slipping off one shoulder. You’re waiting for him, already half-awake on the couch, and the second he sees you, his shoulders drop like he’s finally allowed to rest.

“Hey,” he murmurs, voice rough, eyes heavy.

He almost trips over his own shoes trying to kick them off, mumbling curses under his breath. You laugh softly, following him down the hallway as he changes, putting his pajama shirt on backwards without realizing.

“Joe,” you giggle, fixing it for him. “You’re exhausted.”

He blinks at you slowly, puppy-dog eyes somehow even softer when he’s this tired. “M’fine,” he insists, already leaning into you.

You guide him to bed, tugging the covers back, helping him lie down like he’s the most precious thing in the world. He reaches for you immediately, arms loose but needy, pulling you close.

“Nap with me,” he whispers.

You do. And he’s asleep in minutes, breathing warm against your neck, hand still holding yours like he’s afraid you’ll disappear.

Jealous Joe

It happens at some fancy event, lights flashing, people everywhere. Joe’s talking to someone behind you when another guy steps a little too close, voice too familiar, smile lingering too long.

You squeeze Joe’s hand instinctively.

He feels it instantly.

When he turns and sees your expression, polite but uncomfortable, something shifts. He steps in smoothly, arm sliding around your waist like it belongs there.

“Hey,” Joe says easily, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt.”

The guy falters, suddenly aware of Joe’s presence, the confidence, the closeness, the way you relax into him.

Joe doesn’t glare. Doesn’t posture.

He just stays.

His thumb traces slow circles at your hip, grounding, reassuring. The message is clear without a single word: taken, loved, protected.

Later, when it’s just you two, he murmurs, “You okay?”

You nod, heart warm.

He squeezes your hand. “Good. Didn’t like the way he looked at you.”

Doing Joe’s Nighttime Routine

You sit on the bathroom counter, legs parted slightly, Joe standing between them like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His hands rest on your thighs, warm and steady, thumbs brushing absentminded patterns.

“Hold still,” you tease, dabbing product onto his face.

He tries. Fails.

Keeps leaning in to kiss you, your jaw, your lips, your neck, every chance he gets. You laugh, pushing his face away gently.

“Joe, I’m trying to help you.”

“Mhm,” he hums, kissing you again anyway. “Appreciate it.”

You smooth product into his skin, push his hair back, fingers careful and slow. He watches you like you’re doing something sacred.

“You take such good care of me,” he says softly.

You shrug. “Someone has to.”

His hands tighten just a little at your waist. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “Lucky it’s you.”

And suddenly the bathroom feels very quiet. Very warm. Very much like home.

“Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy” (smut)

You’re already waiting for him in the dressing room, anticipation building with each passing moment. When the band finishes their set and Joe bursts through the door, looking so good with the cowboy hat on his head that has been driving you absolutely crazy all night, you can’t help but grin mischievously.

“Well hello there, cowboy,” you purr, eyes raking over his sweaty, toned body. “Looks like you could use a good ride after all that rockin’ on stage.”

Joe smirks, reaching up to tip his hat at you. “Well darlin’, I sure wouldn’t mind gettin’ buck wild with a sexy filly like yourself. Why don’t you saddle me up and show me what you’ve got?”

Giggling at his playful innuendos, you hop off the couch and saunter over to him, placing your hands on his strong chest. “Sure thing, stud. But first… save a horse, ride a cowboy!” You declare with a wink, snatching his hat off his head putting it on your own.

Laughing, Joe allows you to push him back towards the couch. He plops down on the plush cushions, unzipping his jeans to pull out his hardening cock. You quickly shed your tight leather pants and straddle his hips, grinding your soaked panties against his rigid shaft.

Joe rumbles, squeezing your ass as he grinds against you. “Come on baby, climb on and take it like the good girl you are.”

Grinning, you reach behind your back to unhook your lacy bra, letting it fall away. You guide Joe’s thick cock to your entrance, rubbing the tip teasingly along your slit before sinking down on him with a low moan. He fills you up completely, his impressive length stretching you wide.

“Oh fuck yes,” Joe groans, hands gripping your hips as you begin to ride him hard and fast. “That’s it baby, bounce on my cock. Show me what you can do.”

Moaning wantonly, you grip his shoulders for leverage and start bucking wildly on him. Your big tits bounce and jiggle with every downward thrust, making his eyes gleam with lust.

Growling, Joe sits up to capture one of your bouncing nipples in his hot mouth. He sucks and licks the sensitive bud, his teeth grazing the flesh as you continue riding him hard.

Lost in pleasure, you bounce up and down, feeling your inner walls clench around his throbbing cock. He drives into you over and over, fingers digging into your ass as he pulls you down on his thick rod.

“I’m gettin’ close baby,” Joe pants against your skin, hands groping your jiggling tits. “Gonna paint this tight pussy with my cum.”

“Mmm yes, give it to me,” you moan, feeling your own release approaching. “I want to feel you Joe.”

With a loud cry of ecstasy, you both reach your peak at the same time. Joe slams into you one final time, erupting deep inside your spasming cunt. His hot cum floods your channel as your own orgasm crashes over you, milking out every last bit of his essence.

giving king steve head in his bmw *.❤︎₊ ⊹ 18+

your knees were pressed into the passenger seat of steves bmw during your drive home from the movie theatre. your body curling over the center console as your lips were locked around steves pulsing cock, face buried in his lap. “thaaats it, baby. oh fu- just like that.. such a good girl f’me” his large hand was tangled in your hair, guiding the rhythm as he fucked your mouth. steves cock thick and heavy on your tongue, stretching your lips open. you can feel how tense the muscles in his thighs are from where your hand grips it, propping yourself up. everytime you take him deep until the tip hits the back of your throat, tears prick in the corners of your eyes. you were gagging at the overwhelming size of him, but you didn’t care, it was overridden by the desire to please him. to take more of him. all of him.

“yeaah, gag on it. sound so fuckin pretty when you’re strugglin’ f’me” steves hips thrusted upwards in the drivers seat, and the car swerved slightly as he lost focus. you eased back, letting the slick length of his cock slide almost all the way out of your mouth before swirling your tongue around the swollen head. the precum beading at his tip smeared across your lips as you kissed it teasingly, the tangy taste only making you want it more. saliva dripped down your chin as your tongue traced a thick vein running down the length of his cock.

“teasing me now? you know what that does to me, you’re gonna make me wreck the damn car.” his head fell back against the head rest as he groaned. you began sucking on just the tip repeatedly, lapping your tongue on the sensitive spot just underneath until his entire body jolted. “tha- that’s the spot, right there, mmmph-“

“you like that, stevie?” your whisper was a teasing hot breath against his wet skin, and his cock twitched violently in response.

“talkin with your mouth full, baby? goddamn.. you’re sexy.” he bit down on his bottom lip to stifle a long moan. “yeah i fuckin like it. now stop playing and make me cum before i decide to pull over and fuck you properly.” his hand yanked on your hair, pushing your mouth back down to swallow his cock whole. he didn’t stop until the head of his cock bumped the back of your throat, your nose pressing into the dark hair at his base. he held you there while slowly grinding his hips into your face, fucking your face as you moaned and whimpered. precum was leaking steadily, coating your tongue in the taste of him. his hand readjusted to collect the stray pieces falling in your face, holding your hair back for you. one of your hands was stroking him smoothly and tightly in rhythm as he started to tremble under you. he pulled you back with the grip on your hair just enough before guiding you all the way back down, setting a slower pace while whispering “let me fuck that mouth, baby - mmm - such a messy girl, huh?” steves hand on the steering wheel was tight, eyes blown wide as he attempted to focus on driving the car and not on the wet heat of your mouth on his cock.

“so deep, baby. taking me soo deep. made for this, aren’t you? made to suck my dick.” you nodded eagerly, as best as you could with your mouth stretched wide and eyes squeezed shut. a small moan left your lips and it vibrated against his hard length, you felt the way he pulsed in your mouth in response. it was so hot. your throat convulsed with each thrust, struggling to accommodate the size of him. steve was huge. you loved it when he was fucking deep in your pussy, but when he fucked deep in your mouth, you felt all dazed and dumbed out, barely coherent enough to form a thought.

steves voice was getting all breathy. his soft pink lips were parted and his chest was heaving as he groaned “my little slut. so- s’fuckin pretty with my dick wrecking your throat. such a filthy mouth for such a pretty face.” the second steve hit a stop sign, his hips pressed upwards frantically in his seat, and you gagged as his cock hit deep into your throat. the head of his cock lodged deep, hitting your esophagus. you felt the first hot pulse, then the next, which was followed by many more. your mouth was sealed tight over his cock, cheeks hollowing out to drain him and suck him dry as his cum filled your throat. steves cum flooded your mouth and slid down your stretched throat, some of it bubbling out past your lips to mix with the spit and tears already slicking your chin. you gulped it down like you were starved for it. each swallow was a wet and audible gulp that proved just how thoroughly he’s claimed you.

steves hand came down to swipe his thumb through the cum dripping from your lips, pushing it back into your mouth. “you never waste a drop, do you?”

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warnings- car sex, p in v, creampie, unprotected sex (let’s not do this), slight choking?(he holds her neck for a few seconds), gators an asshole.

a/n- this might turn into a series due to the end 😉

You and Gator weren’t dating, it was.. complicated.

boyfriend!steve takes your virginity *.❤︎₊ ⊹ 18+

steves hands were warm and firm on your hips, holding you against him as you laid tangled together on the top of his bed. you’d been making out for what felt like hours, his mouth moving smoothly and confidently in a way that made your head spin. you could feel the hard lines of his body pressed against you, and the even harder line of his erection straining in his jeans on your thigh. you could also feel the tension in his muscles where your hand rested on his shoulder, the other one tangling in his perfect hair. it was clear how much he was holding back. he’d been so patient, never pushing, and never asking questions when you began to pull away before things got too far.

“god, you’re so beautiful” he murmured against your lips before kissing you again.

“you’re.. really handsome, steve” you said shyly. a faint blush on your cheekbones. steves lips quirked into a soft smile. he’d been called handsome plenty of times, but something about the sincerity in your tone felt different than anyone before you “you make me feel like i am”

he leaned in again, his mouth more intentional now. his hand sliding down to rest on your upper thigh before you broke the kiss breathlessly and shifted slightly away. “steve.. we.. we should stop”

he stilled instantly. “okay…. okay. we can stop” he shifted slightly, trying to adjust his very noticeable boner aching in his denim. “im sorry it’s just i…”

his voice was so soft, so reassuring “it’s just me. you can tell me anything, baby”

after a long contemplative silence, you whispered nervously “i’ve never.. done this.. before”

his eyes widened slightly at your admission, everything clicking into place for him. “hey… that’s really special. thank you for telling me.” he kissed your forehead gently. “we don’t have to do anything, but if you want to.. ill be so gentle with you. i promise”

“i do.. i do. want to.” you stammered over your words.

after he asked you a million times if you were sure, said that he would wait, and that there was no pressure. you began kissing again, more deliberately this time as his hands slid under your shirt. his fingers tracing the delicate skin gently, working their way up to push your shirt off entirely, then pulling his off as well.

his hands began to lightly cup at your breasts, his thumb gently circling your nipple. the new pressure and sensation causing you to gasp against his lips. his bare chest began to press slightly against yours. the dark patch of his chest hair rubbed against your skin, and the trail that lead further down looked so inviting.

“just looking at you makes me…” he cut himself off with a shake of his head as he began unbuttoning your jeans and pulling them off along with your panties, kissing the skin of your neck softly. steves beautiful brown eyes traveled the length of your body slowly with such a clear heat in his eyes. “you are so beautiful it hurts.. and you’re trusting me with..” he let out a low groan as he leaned down to press open mouthed kisses to your stomach and hips, traveling lower.

“steve… just please.. gentle” your voice was trusting, but you couldn’t help the nervous shake.

“i know, sweetheart. i know.. i just wanna make you feel good” as he said it, you felt his thumb find your clit. pleasure you’ve never known before began to spike through your body making you gasp.

a smile touched his lips, clearly pleased with the immediate response your body had to his touch. “you like that? yeah?” you let out a soft whimper in response. his head leaned down, and his tongue replaced his thumb. your hands flied to grip at that perfect hair of his, eyelids fluttering as his tongue began to move slowly against your entrance. teasing your clit softly before tracing your folds with the tip of his tongue. your hips were jerking involuntarily against his face, body thrumming with heat as he groaned against you.

“you taste so sweet, baby. wanna stay here forever.. making you feel good” his fingers came up to gently tease your entrance. pressing against you and parting you, but not pushing inside yet. spreading your wetness all over your pussy “i wanna feel you.. i’ll go so slow” he sounded desperate and needy, you’d never heard this tone from him and as soon you as did, you felt the unfamiliar heat in your body tighten in your stomach.

“okay… okay” he nodded once and his body moved up to cover yours while his hand drifted to his belt, pushing his jeans and boxers off. “relax for me, i’ve got you. alright? ive got you.” his voice soothed the anxiety coursing through your veins. “im relaxed. im relaxing for you” you tried to sound reassuring for him, but the shudder that ran through your body once you looked down at his hard thick cock betrayed you.

he positioned himself carefully above you before his cock pushed inside of you just an inch, the immediate stretch was a blur of pain and pleasure. one of his hands was on your hip as he settled onto one elbow above you. one of your hands settled on his bicep, gripping tightly at the tense muscles. the other was gripping the sheets under you. you let out a long whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as steve leaned down and kissed your eyelids over and over again. “shhh, ive got you” his voice was strained, his own need causing his body to tremble. you knew this wasn’t the usual way steve had sex, and it was taking everything in him to hold back for you. he began pushing in further as you let out a sharp gasp, hips rolling with just a few inches inside of you. you let out a slow breath “okay.. okay that’s- that’s good, baby”, assuming he was fully inside. his head leaned down to whisper in your ear, a hint of amusement and arousal in his tone “this isn’t even half of me, honey”

a moan escaped your lips at the thought, the sound surprising both of you, and it seemed to snap some of his control. his hips drove in slightly deeper “shit- you’re gripping me.” a low moan left his throat as he pressed his forehead to yours, panting against your lips, and began thrusting slightly harder. the pace causing you to jolt under him. “ perfect little pussy just sucking me in… god, i can’t get enough of you.”

“st-steve” your moan was choked off as the full length of his thick cock was thrusting inside of you, your body overwhelmed with feelings you’ve never known. every nerve screaming in a mixture of intense pleasure and pain.

he quickly realized how deep he was, how quickly the full length of his cock invaded your walls, so he pulled out slightly and began a slow gentle rythym again, murmuring against your lips as he left soft kisses all over your face “im sorry, honey.. im sorry.. you’re just so wet and tight. such a good girl f’me, giving me your virginity, letting me make you mine”

“yours.. im all yours, steve” you turned your head to kiss him softly, gasping softly into his mouth as your hands moved to claw at his back until your fingernails dug into the skin, making him inhale sharply.

“my sweet girl making these sweet sounds for me” his hand moved to begin to rub soft tight circles against your clit. overstimulating your body as you began to tremble uncontrollably underneath him. a choked sound escaped him, his rhythm faltering when you began to pulse and clench around his thick cock. his thrusts were so slow and gentle but deep, so deep. you could feel every shift of him deep inside of you. you could feel yourself clenching around him desperately, reeling him back in as soon as he began to pull out an inch just to thrust back in just as gently.

you ran your hands from his shoulders to his chest, tightening your hands in his chest hair as you felt your first orgasm begin to wrack your body from under steve.

“you- you’re gonna make me cum, honey.. oh fuck.. i love you.. i love you” the words spilled out of him as his cum coated the inside of your pussy, foreign and impossibly sincere.

your eyes glistened as you looked up at him as he confessed his love while taking your purity. he collapsed gently on top of you, forehead pressing against yours, whispering it over and over against your lips. his voice was tender and vulnerable.

“i love you too, steve. so much”

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